I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf.
Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world’s. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands.
Great. Talk about pressure I don’t need.
Did I mention everyone trying to kill me?
My mate.
My brothers.
My mother.
What a clusterfluck.
Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to follow their own plans, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos.
What’s a girl to do?
Find a new path that no one expects, and run straight into the arms of disaster.
Or as some might call it….straight into the arms of Havoc.
Or as some might call it….straight into the arms of Havoc.